LOL I guess I'm surprised you survived all of that. Also surprised you didn't get robbed at the fast food joint. I can't believe you got away with the damaged mustang, that was actually smart to pay the girl off on the side. I also smashed some piece of crap rental I had in PR and put a luggage bag in front of the damage when they did a wall around. All clear amigo!
Stang I'm surprised every morning,no not with that
but the fact that I have actually woken up. Every day above ground is a good one.
East L.A. , South Central, Slums in England, "ICE" hoods of Oahu, my neighborhood
I like to go off the beaten path, althou I hear you Stang,off the beaten path can get you beaten.
Luggage to cover Bumage,I like it.
This was a great trip. Sorry,but Vegas again. Its more the story of just how cool the members are here on Earths Best Website.[thanks againg cAp] OK,its the summer of 2006 I believe. It is a Sunday,I remem because on Monday I'm set to embark on
Rubb' North American Tour. The plan was to leave here [Vancouver Island B.C.] and tour this great continent of ours for at least 6 weeks. Graciously I have invites from B.C. to Wash. State,Oregon,Cali,Texas,Mexico,etc, then head east.Route 66 or something,very few solid plans,just cruisin' goofin' off. Florida,then up the eastern seaboard New York,everywhere around there,and in between.Then onto Eastern canada finishing with a ride from coast to coast.{7800 KM/5000 Miles} OK,back to that Sunday. My best bud Chris wants to ride 50 miles north to a city where this bike shop sells 2 stroke oil that smells like strawberries. We both ride trials bikes,GasGas 280 Raga editions.[ o ya,Chris rides Harley and a spankin' new ZX] Well the smell of the 2-stroke oil pisses off all the club members.Chris has that kind of sense of humor. Make the ride up,shop is closed.
No biggie,head for home. Half way,BOOM I get rear ended at red light by drunken fug doing over 50 miles an' hour. OUCH I says. Hits me so hard I do a superman imitation over a car landing on the hood of the car in front,then falling to the ground.My first Busa[a 2000] is totalled and so am I. Rushed to nearest trauma center. Hours later a thought pops in my head. My 3 Rottweillers are home alone locked intheir kennel. [wife is enjoying a trip to Europe with her mother,gone for a month,hence my trip plans] anyway the thought drives me a little banana's {brain smacked hard} I get up decide I'm leaving care. Doc's and nurse's were flabberghasted. Oh krap,my ride is toast. Not to worry me thinks,easy peasy fix. Call a taxi. Makes sense right.
300 dolla cab ride home,safe and sound. All fugged up but I got 375 pounds of drooling love on my lap. No, not a fat chick...my Rottweillers. The big trip is off.
Thanks drunken fug-stick. Post the ordeal to my brothers and sisters here on the Org. Word gets around this place fast. "OK Rubb, speed this fuggin' thing up yer losing me." Says Stang. Boyz do something incredible. They make me accept an' all expenses paid trip to Vegas. Flight,hotel,meals,you name it. They have even offered to trailer a bike for me to ride.[rides are planned to every where The Dam,the the towns around,etc] Cant take advantage of the amasing effort cause the doctors have taken away my licence due to the brain injury. As I sit around the house waiting for the big adventure cools things start to happen. One day a knock on the door,UPS guy. Hands over a brand new XBox with games. That for me? Yup,gots my name on it. You guess it,no return address. (true Org member fashion) still dont know to this day who nthat member was. Fuggin A cool right. OK,gets better. The phone rings one day a the voice {strong East Indian accent} like Apoo from Homer Simpson. Not to worry,this member has a great sense of Ha Ha.So the guys say's "Rubber,this is Shenoy calling from India. I have put a little something in you paypal account to help you out my friend."
I say,very gracious of you but I won't accept. He gets a little hot under the collar and pretty much demands that I shut the fug up and accept.Against my man-code I agree to accept. Life is funny sometimes.At the time I couldn't work[for 4 years] so down in the dumps financially speaking. Hang up the phone,check paypal acct. Expecting 20 or 30 bucks or something...ahhhh no. He has sent me one thousand dollars. Cool right? No,not to the ultra stupid proud Rubbah. Without hesitation I send it back. Later I look again. It's baaaack... I send. He sends back. Goes on for a day or 2. Phone rings again, now picture in your head this thick East Indian accent. ( no predjidis ) love the people.
Phone,its Shenoy. "What in fug are you doing to me Mr Rubber,you are fuggin killing me in paypal fees. You will accept my gift or I fly to your home and kick your skinny white A55." He says I have insulted him )their culture) So much to my chagrin I accept.
Cool part...I take Shenoy's money and use it to help out a few members who are down on their luck. SSsshhhh dont tell Shenoy.
So,I lied to him. DID NOT FEEL GOOD AT ALL. Rubber not a fibber.
So,back to Vegas. Rich [BaBusa] and Mr.Muscle [ThrasherFox] have me meeting them at a hotel. I spot them,come up from behind and give T-Fox a big slap n grab on his A55...talk about taking your own life in your hands right? You'd have to know/meet T-Fox to know what I mean.
Anyway the fun insues. Dinner one night had 15-20 members show up to say howdy and buy Rubb and his lady a drink. WAY COOL PEEPS.
Dinner was at Hooter's its a ritual of mine.Get to as many Hooters as I can before I die. Hooters in Puerto Vallarta the girls were wearing t-shirts with the words "Weapons of Mass Distraction" across their boobs. Mass D weapons were all the news talked about back then.That was a fun trip sponsored by many of the Org's finest members. I won't mention who was in on the gift for fear of forgetting to mention somebody. That would hurt me.
I have heated discussions with people all the time,have since 2003.
"Why do you waste all that time on some krappy motorcycle website?"
Well folks,many of you know me and my "personality" or lack-there-of.
Thems is fightin' words. No seriously. How can I have had all these great times with all these super cool folks and not be a little upset and defensive when anybody fugs with the "Family" in any way.
Not gonna happen,not on my watch. Oh...speaking of watches,see pic at they end of my post.
Am I fairly insane for such a stance...maybe...but with my " Excessive Personality Disorder" all I can respond with is...FUG YOU.
Some of these members and what they have done for me and others
As mentioned earlier...most of us run on Busa Time.
Rubb Out.
In the photo: cool watch,couple tattoo's. The boyz here always see everything in a photo. Judas Priest tattoo complete with slash marks inked in my skin.[under the watch] Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Taken from the album British Steel.
The British Bulldog. Love dogs and me Mum. She was born/raised London England. Yes,you can see an' ashtray in the Background. Bad Rubb.
So,get yer lady outa them tennis shoes or flip-flops and into something safe. Me/Rubb/The Gear Naz! commands it.
2000,2007,2009 x2 different colors,LOL,2010.
